I.
our city is a bed
.
a man tries to straighten the wrinkled
sheet of road gives up, sits down,
pans the street for change
.
the apartment building thrusts, phallic,
making love to an empty sky. a burst
of pigeons coo shut up shut up
.
a boy tries to fall asleep. his nightlight
is a myth that burns out once a day
.
the girl walks off her roof
.
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our city is not a mattress
.
ummmmmmmmm no. i don't like charlie anymore remember?? and that looks nothing like him anyway. i just wanted to practice coloring and well... thats what i found.
haha wow i didn't know you could choose high as a mood.